Shooting for the goal

Playing it off

I manage to make it through the day without another encounter with Hunter I also make it to practice with Jorge.

"Hey shorty! Ready for a rematch?" Jorge says as I walk up to him as he juggles a soccer ball.

"Yeah I guess. You wanna go first or me?" I ask.

"Rock, paper, scissors?"

We swung our hands in the air I choose paper, Jorge chooses rock.

"I win!" I say proudly.

"You wanna start?"

"No you can," I say I walk towards the goal. I plant my feet and look at him and lean onto the balls of my feet.

"So you and Hunter, huh? How long has that been going on?" Jorge asks as he sets up the ball at the 18 yard line.

"Not long. I'm not even sure I want us to be a thing."

"Why not?" he asks after kicks the ball over the goal, and runs to retrieve it while I thought.

"I'm not sure," I say taking the ball from his hands and look at his eyes. They seemed to be pleading for something but I'm not quite sure what it is yet. I look away and walk to the edge of the 18 yard box. I look up and see Jorge staring at me. I search the goal for an opening, I find one. I quickly kick the ball it sails past Jorge and slaps the net low and in the corner.

"1-0 Jorge you better put your game face on," I say smiling.

An hour later of kicking around a soccer ball I win 7-3.

"Wow Jorge, you let the girl beat you," I say laughing.

"Oh hush it, and I did let you win," Jorge says wiping the sweat from his face with the hem of his shirt. Revealing his stomach, not super muscular but his stomach was flat and the way he was flexing you could tell it was just below the surface. "Why you starin'?" Jorge says with a giant grin.

"I... uh..." the words seemed to get caught in my throat.

Jorge wraps his arms around my body. "It's okay, I'm just teasing you. No need to get choked up."

"Okay," I say, but my voice is muffled by Jorge holding me so close. Which causes a fit of giggles.

"I'll drive you home," Jorge said, grabbing his bags and walking to his car. I gather my things and follow. "You know that gringo just wants to get into your pants, right?" Jorge says taking the bags from me and tossing them into the trunk and slamming down the top more than necessary.

"Oh, I guess I never thought of it like that..." I said looking down and trailing off.

Jorge lifted my chin up and looks at me with concern. "You don't need to be shy with me Dusty. You know that."

"I know... I just... I can't... ugh! I can't say what I want to say!" I start to pout. Jorge sighs.

"Come on, let's get you home."